Sometimes I dream of Angels
I see the Angels in my dreams
Their gossamer wings unfolding.
Like curtains to lock out the dark.
I think they are coming for me.
I almost hear their voices
pouring like the  water filled
strings of a harp.
Translucent skin bereft of
all human colors and hues.
They are said to bring
calm and peace.
But I am restless and
disturbed by them.
As all the things
I have left undone in my life.
Shatter like ice crystals
In a snowstorm.